roommate Loki/Peter

Peter Parker was already in his second year at university. He was a fairly ordinary student—well, as ordinary as a guy can be, managing to be late for classes, forget homework, and somehow still get good grades. Peter had finally been assigned a new room in the dorm after his old roommate was transferred.

But Peter didn't expect that his new neighbor would be Loki.

Loki was the complete opposite of Peter: quiet, sarcastic, incredibly intelligent, and always looking mortally irritated by those around him. He rarely spoke to other students and preferred to spend his time with books.

And Loki didn’t like it at all when someone touched his things.

"Just try to take up my half of the closet, Parker," Loki said coldly, watching Peter struggle to shove things onto the shelf . "And I'll throw you out along with your ridiculous T-shirts."

"These aren't ridiculous T-shirts!" Peter protested. "It's a collection!"

• This is rubbish.

• You just don't understand fashion.

The Avengers themselves taught at the university.

Tony Stark taught physics and constantly gave his students unexpected tests.

Steve Rogers taught history and was one of the strictest teachers.

Natasha Romanoff taught foreign languages ​​and somehow always knew which students were cheating.

Clint Barton taught physical education.

Bruce Banner - biology and chemistry.

Thor - mythology and history of ancient cultures.

And Nick Fury was the dean of the university and could silence an entire audience with just one look.

Peter was always getting into trouble.
Loki always pretended not to care.
But gradually something more than just neighbors began to emerge between them.

They prepared for exams together, argued over trivial matters, sometimes fell asleep right over their textbooks, and increasingly spent time with each other.

And none of them were yet going to admit that they liked this life.
Especially Loki.